Victoire wrapped her arms around his neck, some fingers grasping onto his long, silky hair as he pulled her close. As they kissed, she felt her stomach flutter incessantly. Could it be happening again? Could she be falling in love, and falling hard? At the moment, she could care less about what others thought, about their pasts, about house rivalries, about curfew. All she wanted was to stay in his arms. "Perfect..." She whispered, quoting herself from an earlier time as she pulled away to take a breath.